By Vincent West
“Have we vanquished an enemy? None but ourselves.”
– George Mallory, mountaineer.
“I think about my mother,” says bullrunner Deirdre Carney.
“I don’t think a lot of men think about that. It might be a woman thing… Women think about the loved ones that will be harmed by them being harmed.”
Carney is talking about her thoughts before running with the bulls at Pamplona’s famous San Fermin festival, where being harmed is a definite possibility.
PAMPLONA Spain (Reuters) – An American who co-wrote a book called “How to Survive the Running of the Bulls” was badly gored on Wednesday in the morning bull run at Pamplona’s San Fermin festival.
A Spanish man was also gored in the “encierro”, when runners in red scarves and white outfits dash through the Spanish town’s streets pursued by the huge animals.
By Vincent West
Yes, the fish are dead, and they are obviously painted, thus objects of aesthetic contemplation.
– Alberto Rey
That may or may not be the sort of thing that springs to mind when you are lying in bed at 3.30am, sweating, and imagining ways to chop the cable of the sound system that sends throbbing bass pulses through the walls of the hotel. One thing is certain however; you will be wondering and worrying about how today’s “encierro” will turn out. It’s why we are here. Ever since Hemingway’s Bill Gorton declared “These basques are swell people”, increasing numbers of unwary visitors have flocked to Pamplona to see whether or not the angels are on their side. They test it every morning at eight o’clock, from the seventh to the fourteenth of July.